Memories ( Lucky Number 7)

7 years ago today, Riz and I arrived bleary- eyed at the courthouse  in Elmira, York  to finally make our marriage official.  After a week of celebrations, 2 ceremonies and 2 receptions, we were just ready to get the heck on that plane to Maui.  Riz donned his tuxedo pants from night before and fisherman’s hat he’d packed for the honeymoon.   I don’t think I had an ounce of make-up on and my hair was still wet from the shower.  We were a sight.

It’s funny how memories take on a warm and fuzzy quality as the years go by.  At the time, all I wanted to do was sign the papers and leave.  Now, it’s one of my favorite parts of the entire wedding week.  Same with babies.  When you’re getting up with them in  the  middle of the night, you can’t wait for them to grow up already.  Then, when they throw their yogurt cup on the floor (that was this morning), you reminisce  about how easy it was when they couldn’t walk or talk back;  when all they ever wanted was for you to gently rock them to sleep.  Memories.  Funny stuff.

Here’s to 7 years of memories and many, many more!



At the end of August we made the looong 6 hour trek out to Brooklyn to witness our friends Jon and Maria, tie the knot. It was one of the most memorable weddings we’ve attended; an intimate, personal, and heartfelt affair from start to finish. Free of cliched vows and dyed to match satin, all the elements of the day truly reflected and celebrated the couple and their commitment to each other.

The bride and her mom make their way through Prospect Park. How gorgeous are they?! Now that’s a Mother of the Bride dress. No frumpy- dumpy here. At the reception she dedicated a tango to the newlyweds. How brilliant!

The exchange of rings

The vows.

August 27th marked our 11 year dating anniversary. The hubby surprised me with a Le Creuset grill pan in “Dijon”. I had my eye on the baby for months and was so pysched (do people still say that?) that Riz snatched one up for me. It’s one of those items you know you’ll use but would never buy for yourself. Now only if I had an extra grand lying around, I could finish off the collection.

Manu presents Mommy with her new grill pan. And yes, he’s sporting a pony tail.

This pic is one of my favorites from the entire summer. It’s not great technically, but I love the feel of it. My little/not so little boy. I wonder what caught his attention. A passing car? A barking dog? Is he sensing the transition from summer to fall? Or marveling at how much world there is to explore? Maybe like his momma he’s wondering how he got so big so fast.